Chapter Eleven: A Mad Mad World
So, I'm back again with the next chapter of An Assassin's Memories, so I know its been like two weeks since I've updated but I've been working on a lot of stuff and with the third installment of Panic's series nearly done, I'll be freeing up more time to work on this story so bare with me. Anyways be sure to follow, favorite, and comment because drive me to write more.
Alarms blare, loud, low, and ear piercing into my eardrums that sent shooting pains through it so intense that I am forced to cover my ears with my hands as I try to formulate a battle plan for what lies on the other side of the closed door where my cell is located. I rifle through the lone desk pressed to the adjacent to the cell in search of weapons, any kind.
I find three medium length daggers with carefully scrolled golden handles with glistening metal blades so sharp that they could cut through flesh like it was paper, that much I know for sure. This is a deadly weapon that will supply a grand and dangerous weapon to fend off and defeat HYDRA soldiers that may be waiting for me to escape the room.
Suddenly it all settles in for me, every two years, not every eight like I was supposed to be wiped but no, every two years I have been wiped and have lost all of the memories that I had gained. Forgot everything, I wonder what I was like, before being wiped, how different was my personality from that I have now? Was I nicer, or was I even colder than I am now...?
"Get down, hide in the bushes and I'll lead them away, make your escape," I say, looking at the ten year old boy and his two years younger sister. He nods his head frantically as I slip a blade from my hip.
"W-what are you going to d-do with that?" he stutters, looking at me with wide eyes.
Glancing back I keep a calm collected look while my hands ached to clench in fear but I refused to show weakness. "Whatever I have to," I look down to see the small box in his hands. "Keep that box safe, hide it away somewhere for me to find, if I even get to remember anything."
Turning, I run back into the building by a wooded forest, blades ready. I slash through over twenty to thirty guards in a matter of minutes as I already know my memories will be wiped, again.
I blink, shaking my head that cold rock of truth sits in my stomach like a weight that's trying to pull me to the floor. So I knew, back then, whenever that was, she, that me, figured it out somehow and began a fight against HYDRA but who knows how many times they have wiped me over the years, how warped my emotions truly are considering everything.
What was a I stealing though, that's the question needing answers, obviously based on all that I have encountered as of lately that I had some sort of agenda that I was working towards but now there's a box that has importance that was to been hidden for me to find earlier. And Ruark said that I've stolen a lot of things from HYDRA so all those things must be important.
Now's not the time for me to be worrying about the past, right now I need to stay focused on the present, like how to get the hell out of this room undetected because the door lock for the main cell is of a higher caliber and is less likely able to to be picked with a bobby pin so I need to figure out a way to escape and plus if I can slip out unnoticed, I can cause more damage to HYDRA.
Hoping on top of the desk I was looking through only moments ago, I scan over the roof and climb up inside of the ceiling. It's damp, dark, and I'm pretty sure I can hear rats or mice scurrying around up here but that doesn't bother me one way or the other. I'm used to doing stuff like this, well, I assume I probably am and besides, either way they're less dangerous than where I'm headed.
Slipping through the tunnel inside the ceiling I can see through the cracks to the battlefield below. HYDRA agents dressed in black uniforms, the sound of gunfire mixed in with the blaring alarms and flashing red lights. Jumping down from the ceiling into an empty hallway, I rise to my feet to scope the area. White tile floors, and no one around.
I glide down the hallway as there is still not another person in sight but remain on high alert in the case of someone appearing at any second. When it comes to HYDRA agents, you never know who's going to show up or even why they're there. I step into a grand opening where I can see the battle taking place. Natasha Romanoff sweeping her legs out.
Knocking agents off their feet, the sound of gun fire blasting throughout the circular room. Steve Rogers must be in here since Natasha is speaking through a comm unit in her ear. I wonder where Bucky is, I figure he would be here as well. I haven't seen or heard from him so I'm wondering if he's alright which is a pretty logical question to have.
"Hey..." the low, emotionless voice behind me asks, spinning I come face to face with none other than Bucky. To keep from squeaking in surprise like a normal girl would, I instead take a step back. Narrowing my eyes, I brace a hand over my pounding heart.
"Thank you so much for the heart attack," I growl, dropping my hand away as I straighten up. Gunfire still litters the background noise and I begin thinking about what is my best method of helping them. Whether it be just appearing and fighting or subtle secret types of coordinated attacks that will keep the enemies in the dark. "We should probably help them," I say suddenly.
Spinning around the corner, I launch a dagger forward, slicing through one of the HYDRA agents calf muscle to keep them from escaping. Natasha looks and her green eyes land on me and some emotion reflects in her now glistening eyes and while I can't pinpoint the exact emotion, I can tell that she's relieved to see me, probably because she's my mom.
Just as the battles about to go under way, the agents retreat and something about that puts me on edge, this doesn't make any sense but when Steve appears and glance at someone behind me, I can already tell it's going to be a long day.
"Bucky..." is all Steve says.